Hey every one!! I'm baaaaaaack! Um yeah, well you probably don't know me form my first fic, Hostage. It wasn't that popular, I didn't get very many reviews…. * starts crying * soooo meeeeaaannn!! But I'm hoping this will be a bigger success. Anyway let me explain whats going on here. In my fic, I'm telling a persons story, but it jumps around to a few different people. And anything that's in italic letters is song lyrics. I've always wanted to write a story that has music playing in the background…
*-*DISCLAIMER*-* Unfortunately, oh so unfortunately, I do not own Beyblade. *sigh * Trust me, if I did Kai would be the main character. All that I own is my plot, I do not even own the song lyrics used in the story. *sigh * wish I did though… I'd be freakin rich….
"Just… just leave me alone…" The once beautiful girl turned her crying eyes away. Away from the one person she really loved.
"I don't want to. I never will." The heartbroken boy placed a gloved hand on her thin, fragile shoulder. Her felt her bones sticking out further than they should. He watched as the brunet turned her pale face toward him. Large glistening tears sat on the edge of her eyes, threatening to fall down her frightened face. Frightened. Well that was one word for it. There was also sorrow, hopelessness, despair, fear, doubt and pain. The tear slid down her bony cheeks.
*Young girl don't cry, I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl it's all right, your tears will dry you'll soon be free to fly*
It pained him to see her like this. "How could things have gone so …wrong?" He scoffed at himself. "Yeah right Tyson. Its because of you. You, ya big idiot. " He leaned his head against the brick wall beside him. Tears started to well up in his eyes. "Its all my fault….All. My. Fault."
*Don't you feel lovely,
don't you feel bright
You've got that something
I only wish you could see,
How lovely you are to me…*
He wished he could go back. We've all had those feelings before, where we've done something incredibly… stupid, and wish life had a rewind button. Some way to go back, make things right. Unfortunately for Tyson and Hillary there was no such thing.
*1 year ago*
"YEAH RIGHT TYSON, I'M SURE!" Hillary bellowed from the porch. For such a small girl she sure could yell.
"I'VE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES HILLARY! YOUR NOT CAPTAIN. YOU DON'T EVEN BLADE! YOU AREN'T EVEN PART OF THE FRIGGEN' TEAM!" Tyson yelled right back at her as he retrieved his blade form the bushes. Those words hurt Hillary more than Tyson would even know. "But…" She was down, a lion lying in the sand injured, venerable. And Tyson being the little vulture that he is, wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him by. " So stop… pretending… to be." He pronounced the words slowly and clearly and with a sense of finality. It was too much for Hillary. Way too much. She whipped around and ran out of the yard.
*You don't know me,
don't ignore me.
You don't want me there, you just shut me out.
You don't know me,
don't ignore me,
If you had your way you'd just shut me up.
Make me go away *
Blinded by tears Hillary made her way down the trail that kept to the side of the river. The raging waters reflected Hillary's feelings.
Sure, Tyson had done this before. Actually, he had done it many times before. But this time, this time was cruel.
Hillary knew she wasn't 'one of them'. She didn't blade, she wasn't one of the team. But she figured that they liked her anyway. That they liked her for her, not her hobbies.
Guess not.
Ever think you know someone, know what they're feeling, and when they're feeling it? What they're gonna do and when? What they're gonna say? Well Hillary thought she knew all that about Tyson. Keyword: thought.
Guess not.
Of all the dirty rotten things Tyson, or anyone else for that matter, could have done, he went for her one weakness. Her lack of friends. But Hillary had thought that she was doing better. Doing great. She had met the Blade Breakers, who turned out to be really nice. They accepted her. Something that others wouldn't do. She had even fell in love.
She had started to like Tyson as more than a friend. She had even thought she had a chance with him.
Guess not.
Funny how those two words summed everything up.
Guess not.
Sorry if it didn't make too much sense at the beginning, I like staring off my story's…… confusingly. If that's a word. Anyway, if you liked
It, review, if you didn't, well…. Don't. No I'm just kidding, I want you to review anyway. I neeed reviews. If I don't get reviews I wont continue. So……
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